AVENGERS CIVIL WAR

Chapter 4

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Natasha lay back, staring at the ceiling to the van, listening to it rumble along the gravel driveway. Her pulse was quick, in anticipation and most of all, fear. She wasn't worried about breaking in, she wasn't fearful of being caught. She was fearful of what Hydra was doing to Bucky. Bucky would no doubt be unstable and Natasha was afraid to find out just how unstable he really was. One photograph and a written report was barely enough to cover what they must be doing to him.

The car lurched to a halt. Evan whispered, "It's go time, Nat."

Natasha drew in one long, deep breath, collecting herself completely. She silently opened the car door and rolled out onto the driveway, sliding herself under one of the numerous unmarked vans that were strewn about the driveway. She dug her fingers into the gravel and listened for any movement.

There were three guards at the door. They shouted something at Evan, who calmly and casually called them over and started talking to him. Natasha heard bits and pieces of the conversation, about how Evan was funding them, helping them, and so on. He truly was a good distraction. Natasha stealthily climbed out from under the car and slipped over to the main doorway the guards had been in front of.

Once inside, it was far easier to hide when agents passed by. Most security detail was outside, which gave Natasha a much larger advantage inside.

The building on the outside looked impeccable, but inside replicated a prison, a dark, dank prison. Metal doors, ancient metal floors, no windows. It turned out the 'windows' on the outside were painted on. Natasha was as silent and skilful as a cat stalking it's prey.

She crept along one hallway, seemingly deserted. She heard suddenly footsteps behind her, thumping against the metal floor. Natasha thought fast and tucked herself into the nearest room she could reach in time. It was a dressing room of sorts, where the agents change into their official work garb. Natasha darted behind a stack of clothing, waiting for whoever was behind her in the hallway to now be ahead of her.

No such luck. The door to the room swung open and the florescent lights flickered on. It was a young boy, nervous looking and clearly new. Natasha held her breath, praying he wouldn't look behind the clothing stack.

Yet again, no such luck.

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Steve knew he should be sleeping at this hour of the night. He hadn't been able to sleep in days. Something kept badgering his mind.

Maybe it's all these disagreements with Tony, he mused. The arguments always plagued him afterwards, with confusion more than anything else. The world now was so, so different than what he had known. It didn't even seem like he had a job anymore. Everything, every action had to be monitored. Tony had insisted it was for the greater good, that people in higher power organising things as a committee was better than just randomly jumping into missions.

Steve's trust had vanished after Project Insight and the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. He no longer trusted committees to make calls. He wanted to protect and save people. That was his goal. Committees seemed to deal with civilian casualties as unimportant to them, just numbers on a board. They were so focused on the big picture, they forgot to look closely at what the picture was made of; in this case, innocent lives.